February 2006

2/16/06
Lately I've been getting up around 4:30 in the morning to take a shit. It's not pleasant. A few nights ago I had something weird happen during the event. After the first wave of hideousness, I passed gas and bore down. Something solid shot out of my ass. Now it wasn't like a cigar, like a blunt sea urchin. Now I was too fucking tired to get up and examine the situation so it remains a mystery.

poor ilsa

Ilsa the chaotic male valkyrie was planning his next move on the quest for the Amulet of Yendor. There was a chickatrice which wandered into the hallway and was immediately killed leaving a corpse. One of the features of Nethack, proving that the dev team does think of everything, is one can wield a chickatrice corpse and use it as a weapon to stone nearly everything in reach.

Armed with a dangerous weapon, he was ready to jump through a trapdoor and begin stoning monsters in the Valley of the Dead.

I can't fucking believe that I fucking forgot that falling into a pit, through a trapdoor or stumbling downstairs while burdened and wielding a chickatrice or a cockatrice means the corpse will hit the character and cause instant death. Also known as yet another stupid death.

My transexual and traitorous valkyrie now resides in the Valley of the Dead. Someone has the pleasure of downloading the bones file and raiding the rocky corpse.

missing stuff

I thought that I had brought everything from New Jersey with me. First I realize that I don't have the plush moosehead that I made back in fifth grade. The hatrack I had back in New Jersey didn't make it to Colorado.

I just hope that my parents saved the stuff. Knowing my mother, I'm sure she's already thrown it out.